What was that look he gave him, which lingered from the road a few too many seconds to be a recommended maneuver to undertake while driving? Paul might see it as a genuinely curious stare that was merely emphasized for an invisible recognition of the odd facts; less than eager about his interest in their fathers similar deaths (which he'd overlooked until he'd mentioned it.), he was actively attempting to find a way to make them not his next research project. As mentioned earlier, Vince just like knowing.
Of course, his eyes roved back to the road where they remained as he continued, but the impression of his thoughts seemed, although immaterial, still billowing like smoke in the car. "I will... unfortunately for you, you'll be constantly updated. As for my mom, she'll let me know if she needs something. The only reason I didn't answer her back is because... well, what the fuck do I say to something like that? I can't just reply with okay, and that's all I could think of at the time."
"When in doubt, do nothing." He'd added, as if an after thought.